Your hands Twisting silver rings off your fingers Fidgeting, don’t want them to see I reach over and take one in mine Remind you I am here Cause I can tell you’re uncomfortable Your hands Reaching out for mine At a random time in public Walking around the mall Like you want to be close to me Don’t worry, I’m not complaining Your hands Tangled in my hair Soothing in and out of dirty blonde locks You know it makes me sleepy Twirling strands and combing through Your hands Tapping on the counter Fingernails rapping Tap-tap-tapping You stim a lot when you’re thinking Later you’ll be embarrassed But I think it’s cute Just another thing I love about you Boy, you might not understand But there’s something so special to me about your hands